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Away from her (him)
Posted by Claudia Moser
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9:54 PM
Another trip today, again Estonia, site visit. This means that I am away from home for 3 days, and above all away from my husband. By now it should be a routine, but each time I am leaving, I feel sad.
On the way from Tallinn to Narva, I was reading a wonderful short story by Alice Munro called The bear came over the mountain. It is very touching and it somehow I know that I will be re-reading it over and over again.
From the Preface, a certain passage made an impression on me. It is written by Sarah Polley, who in the end did the adaptation of the short story in a movie called Away from her. She writes about what her future husband told her at the beginning of their encounter:
'He talked about his parents, how they had been together for forty-five years, and how sometimes, as his mother washed the dishes, her husband would approach her as she worked, slip his arms around her waist and lightly kiss the back of her neck. He thought that this endurance was the definition of love, not the initial insanity. If something remained, some inexplicable, intangible thread managed to stay unbroken, after the betrayals, the hurt and the disappointment that any maariage must surely endure, then that was what he was willing to concede must be love.'
You know which picture I have in my mind? Me waking up this morning in my husband arms. This will keep me going until I return, while I am away from him!
Good night!
P.S: For those who would like to read the book, it is to be found here, as for the movie here
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On the way from Tallinn to Narva, I was reading a wonderful short story by Alice Munro called The bear came over the mountain. It is very touching and it somehow I know that I will be re-reading it over and over again.
From the Preface, a certain passage made an impression on me. It is written by Sarah Polley, who in the end did the adaptation of the short story in a movie called Away from her. She writes about what her future husband told her at the beginning of their encounter:
'He talked about his parents, how they had been together for forty-five years, and how sometimes, as his mother washed the dishes, her husband would approach her as she worked, slip his arms around her waist and lightly kiss the back of her neck. He thought that this endurance was the definition of love, not the initial insanity. If something remained, some inexplicable, intangible thread managed to stay unbroken, after the betrayals, the hurt and the disappointment that any maariage must surely endure, then that was what he was willing to concede must be love.'
You know which picture I have in my mind? Me waking up this morning in my husband arms. This will keep me going until I return, while I am away from him!
Good night!
P.S: For those who would like to read the book, it is to be found here, as for the movie here
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